My girlfriend and I had just returned to California after graduating college. We didn’t want to live in LA, and so we took a long drive up the coast — we were contemplating Seattle, or Portland, both cities that had a certain early-grunge-era shine — and when we stopped in San Francisco for lunch we realized the streets were crowded with young people who were not at work at eleven AM on a Wednesday. I, too, wanted to not be at work at eleven AM on a Wednesday — or at any other time really — and as I looked around at all these skinny children dressed in pajama tops and ratty Converse I figured if they could make it work without working I could do the same.
Doing Damage in the Name of Climate Action
Their street blockades in which they glued themselves to the autobahn, were radical and disruptive. This approach won them the nickname of “Klima-Kleber” (climate…